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Great Expectations

work of making fair copies of the notes of the other two
gentlemen, for Mr. Jaggers’s own use.
This was all the establishment. When we went down-
stairs again, Wemmick led me into my guardian’s room,

and said, ‘This you’ve seen already.’
‘Pray,’ said I, as the two odious casts with the twitchy
leer upon them caught my sight again, ‘whose likenesses
are those?’
‘These?’ said Wemmick, getting upon a chair, and
blowing the dust off the horrible heads before bringing
them down. ‘These are two celebrated ones. Famous
clients of ours that got us a world of credit. This chap
(why you must have come down in the night and been
peeping into the inkstand, to get this blot upon your
eyebrow, you old rascal!) murdered his master, and,
considering that he wasn’t brought up to evidence, didn’t
plan it badly.’
‘Is it like him?’ I asked, recoiling from the brute, as
Wemmick spat upon his eyebrow and gave it a rub with
his sleeve.
‘Like him? It’s himself, you know. The cast was made
in Newgate, directly after he was taken down. You had a
particular fancy for me, hadn’t you, Old Artful?’ said
Wemmick. He then explained this affectionate

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